Li Qianfan rudely lunged forward, pinning Zhou Zitong beneath him.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Zitong suddenly exerted strength, overturning Li Qianfan and sitting atop him.

“Master, just lie still, let your apprentice serve you,” Zhou Zitong said coyly.

Finished speaking, Zhou Zitong began attending to Li Qianfan, her movements up and down like a galloping horse, her throat emitting soft moans.

Li Qianfan’s hands were not idle either, caressing Zhou Zitong’s white, beautiful legs or fondling the delights of her chest.

Soon, Zhou Zitong tasted ultimate pleasure, panting endlessly atop Li Qianfan.

“Why have you stopped?” Li Qianfan asked with a smile.

“Let… let me catch my breath…” Zhou Zitong panted in reply.

“Apprentice, you’re so useless, your Master hasn’t had enough yet, and you’ve already given up,” Li Qianfan teased.

“That’s because you’re too good, Master. If it were an ordinary man, just a few moves and he’d surrender,” Zhou Zitong said.

“You’ve never been with another man, how do you know you can make them surrender so quickly?” Li Qianfan asked.

“I’ve never been with other men, but haven’t I watched some films? Ordinary men last only a few minutes at most, can’t compare to you, Master,” Zhou Zitong giggled.

“I love hearing that.”

Li Qianfan said as he patted Zhou Zitong’s beautiful buttocks, indicating for her to continue.

After leaving Zhou Zitong’s room, Li Qianfan went to Li Hanxiang’s room.

Sure enough, Li Hanxiang wasn’t asleep either, her face blossoming with peach blossoms, a trace of shyness between her brows.

The commotion in the other rooms, this little girl must have heard; otherwise, she wouldn’t react like this.

“Little sweetheart, have you been waiting impatiently?” Li Qianfan asked.

“Absolutely not…” Li Hanxiang replied bashfully.

Li Qianfan lifted Li Hanxiang’s quilt and reached out to her tender spot, finding his hand drenched.

“Still saying you’ve not been waiting, just look at how wet you are,” Li Qianfan said triumphantly.

Li Hanxiang said, embarrassed and annoyed: “Elder Li, don’t mock me, quickly… give me… I want…”

“Want what?” Li Qianfan asked deliberately.

“Want… want your big treasure…” Li Hanxiang blushed deeply.

Li Hanxiang, so young, just like a little lolita, now so shy, how could Li Qianfan resist?

Li Qianfan immediately climbed onto Li Hanxiang’s bed, doting on this little girl.

Though doing such things with Li Hanxiang, Li Qianfan felt restrained, unable to fully let go, since because of the Elixir, Li Hanxiang stopped growing and developing, though already eighteen, she really is like a little girl not yet grown up.

No, not like, she really is!

If she weren’t a cultivator, Li Qianfan wouldn’t even dare to proceed; otherwise, she’d definitely be hurt.

But even as a cultivator, she remains highly sensitive and fragile, and she’s so tight, narrow, and quite shallow, Li Qianfan’s large presence reaches its limits halfway in.

Thus, the pleasure Li Qianfan gains from Li Hanxiang’s tender, petite body couldn’t compare to Liu Ruyan, Ah Hua, Zhou Qian, or Zhou Zitong.

Yet the psychological thrill far exceeds theirs!

After all, Li Hanxiang being so young, doing such things with her feels like committing an illegal act, this peculiar thrill is beyond words!

In just ten or so minutes, Li Hanxiang had tasted the joy of womanhood four times consecutively.

While Li Qianfan was still far from delivering.

Seeing this little treasure couldn’t endure anymore, Li Qianfan had to take matters into his own hands, waiting for the feeling to come before entering again to deliver his future heirs to her.

“Elder Li, doing this with me, does it feel meaningless?” Li Hanxiang asked somewhat sheepishly.

“Who said it’s meaningless, it’s very meaningful to me,” Li Qianfan replied.

“But each time you only manage by doing it yourself…” Li Hanxiang said bashfully.

“Don’t mind such trivial things, I’m very satisfied, don’t overthink,” Li Qianfan chuckled, hugging the petite Li Hanxiang and kissing her again and again.

Li Qianfan lingered with Li Hanxiang for quite a while before finally leaving her to return to Liu Ruyan’s room.

Having satisfied five women consecutively, Li Qianfan was feeling a bit drained.

Switching places with another man would surely result in exhaustion, but for him, it was just a little tiredness, a bit of rest and there’s no problem.

“All done?” Liu Ruyan asked.

“Mm-hm, all done, they’ve all been fed,” Li Qianfan said.

Liu Ruyan said with some grievance, “In the future, when you flirt with women outside, don’t bring them home again. If you do, you won’t handle it.”

“I understand, I understand, don’t worry,” Li Qianfan readily agreed.

Subsequently, Li Qianfan found his way inside Liu Ruyan, as if honing a treasured sword, thrusting his sword into Liu Ruyan’s slippery, warm sheath for maintenance.

Liu Ruyan, both embarrassed and angry, tried to push Li Qianfan away, yet couldn’t succeed.

“Just sleep, dear wife, tomorrow we’ll head to the civil affairs bureau,” Li Qianfan said.

Upon hearing the words ‘civil affairs bureau,’ Liu Ruyan immediately felt her heart leap, then she bashfully nestled into Li Qianfan’s arms and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Li Qianfan drove the Rolls-Royce, taking Liu Ruyan to Da’an City’s civil affairs bureau for marriage registration.

Having obtained the eagerly-awaited little booklet, Liu Ruyan’s face was radiant with happiness.

“Now you can be completely at ease, right?” Li Qianfan asked.

Liu Ruyan nodded, her beautiful eyes filled with deep tenderness and love.

But unexpectedly, a young woman’s voice suddenly came, “Li Qianfan, is that you! What are you doing at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau?”

Li Qianfan turned to see, immediately spotting a very trendy Maserati parked by the roadside, and the person sitting in it, who else but Yang Liling’s daughter, Yang Lili!

“Who’s she?” Liu Ruyan asked.

“Yang Lili, general manager of Tianyuan Trading Company. Da’an’s Tianyuan Trading Company is a branch office; the main office is in Taoyuan County. Tianyuan Trading Company’s president is her mother, Yang Lirong,” Li Qianfan explained.

Only then did Liu Ruyan understand, and oh softly.

Yang Lili had already noticed the little red booklet in Liu Ruyan’s hand, her brow furrowing deeper.

“Ruyan, you head home first. I owe Yang Lirong a favor; I need to deal with this now,” Li Qianfan said.

Liu Ruyan didn’t say much, directly driving Li Qianfan’s car back to Emperor Garden.

Once Liu Ruyan left, Li Qianfan casually pocketed his hands and approached Yang Lili.

“How’s your mom?” Li Qianfan asked.

“Don’t mention my mom, every time you do I feel upset!”